was that an almost wink or what

muster 2016 recap
  • jimin secretly asked namjoon for help with lyrics and yoongi didn’t know lmao
  • taehyung opened up about his grandmother’s death, may she rest in peace 
  • there were lots of tears. everyone cried. there were hugs.
  • bts dressed up as family members and it suit them all perfectly, especially jhope as the mom 
  • jin was a banana. jimin was a dog. jin opened his flap. jimin winked. the rest is history
  • jungkook almost fell off a scooter but jimin ran to his side what a beautiful soul
RFA HEADCANONS: They Get Jealous~

(It’s almost midnight, what am I doing with my life. ANYWAYS. It would be so great if someone would request something *hint hint* *wink wonk* because it’s hard trying to be creative. Lel.)


RFA~ they get jealous. V+Saeran included.



Yoosung has always been a more jealous type. Literally, if he even sees you talking to anyone other than him, he can’t help but feel a little uneasy.

So, he would go to the restroom for a brief few seconds, and when he gets back..

You’re. Talking. To. Another. Guy??

Now, he didn’t know that this ‘other guy’ was a cousin you haven’t seen in a while.

His stomach goes in knots, and he balls up his fists, wanting nothing more than to go push the guy away from you.

Sadly, he is probably too shy to just walk up there, but for a few moments, he tries to gather up his courage to go take you back.

When he realizes he’s just too nervous, he starts to think that he lost you, and starts tearing up a bit.

At this point, you’d be like “damn boi, how long it take to pee?” And start to look around..well, o shit, your cute blondie is just standing all the way back there.

“Yoosung? Come over here! I’d like you to meet my cousin…wait, are you crying?”

“Wha- cousin?! Oh..! Uhm..I- I wasn’t crying..!! I yawned! Aha. Hi. Nice to meet you, (C/N)..!”



Uhm. Who are you talking to?

He is pissed off when he see’s you talking to one of his better looking security guards.


He’s probably gonna start getting really touchy on you, (kink) and grip you by the waist h a r d.

Casually starts questioning the security guard as to wHY WAS HE TALKING TO YOU?

you’d get really embarrassed, and tell jumin to stop making a scene, buT HE IS JUST “NO” NO ONE ELSE CAN LOOK AT YOU LIKE THAT?

Straight out fires the guy. Oops.

“Jumin, what the hell?! Why would you fire him? He wasn’t trying to steal me away! I love you, and only you.”

“…Hm. I don’t like people eyeing you like that. That’s for me to do, no one else. ..(Y/N)..you know I love you. I only want what’s best for you.”



You two will be at one of Zen’s musicals, just enjoying the show..wheN THIS IDIOT JUST DECIDES TO START FLIRTING WITH YOU???

You try to tell the guy, you don’t swing that way?? But he doesn’t listen??

Jaehee goes into extreme jealous woman mode, and actually lashes out on the guy.

“She said she doesn’t go that way. Do you not get what she meant? Are you that idiotic? Do I seriously have to show you who she BELONGS to?”

Will casually start making out with you right then and there.

The guy will scoff and walk off, giving Jaehee the middle finger.

Jaehee awkwardly pulls away, refusing to make eye contact. She’ll probably start nervously running her hand though her hair.

She apologizes??

Nono, sweetie. No need to apologize. You’re a d o r a b l e.

You both end up leaving the theater, just so you can cuddle the rest of the night in peace.

“Jaehee, it’s fine. If anything, I thought it was cute..now, come here and love me, baby girl~”

Will high key melt at being called baby girl.

“I’m glad that you could just put the situation behind you so quickly..but, I’m warning you. Next time, I may not be so calm. You’re mine, (Y/N).”



Everywhere you went you seemed to get hit on in one way or another. Normally, Zen would brush it off, knowing that you only had eyes for him.

But oh.

One day. ONE DAY. He’s just had enough.

“Hey, cutie~ I lost my number, mind if I-”

“Yeah, she does mind, actually. Back. Off.”

He would roll his sleeves up, intimidating the guy with his muscles.

“Woah, chill. I was just being nice to the lad-”

“well, that lady happens to be taken. Now, if you ever so kindly..back the hell off, that would be great.”




He’s already a big fan on Pda, but ohhh, it’s gonna increase.

You practically can’t be farther than 5 inches away from him from then on.

“Zen, you know you’re the only one I see..”

“I know, Princess. I’m sorry, it’s just becoming so frequent..I want people to know not to mess with you.”



You two will be joking around, and then you’ll probably trip into someone. (Klutz.)

They’ll help you up, and give you a cheeky smile.


They’ll pull some lame pick up line, like “oh, you fell for me kdkfkfk ha.”


B A C K O F F M Y W I F E???

His normally cheerful attitude is gonna change real quick.

He will get really serious, and pull you closer to him, making sure you aren’t hurt from falling, first. (Or diseased from the guy.)

High key starts sassing the guy.

Starts to laugh, and gives the guy a lil chest bump thing, as they 'make up’

Yeah, well. Seven stole his wallet out of his pocket.

That guy just lost everything, lol.

His money, his ID card, his credit card, business cards.


“Well, you got over that fast. I’m impressed.”

“Heh. Babe, look what I got!”

“IS THAT HIS- oh my god. You’re evil. I love it.”



He’s so gentle, he just stands there awkwardly, shifting his weight on a different foot, waiting for you to hurry up.

You were at an art museum, and this guy came up to you, trying to show you the “best art works” there. He started cracking jokes, and yOU WERE LAUGHING AT THEM?

you didn’t know it was bothering V so much, but he was literally starting to tear up?

He wanted to step in, but if you were having fun, and you were happy.. He would stand it.

He actually felt his heart sink when the guy gave you his email address.

“Yeah, email me sometime. I can teach you a lot more!”

You sighed the moment the guy left, and crumpled up the paper, tossing it in the trash.

“What a waste. I didn’t want to be rude, but God..he was showing the worst pi- V? What’s wrong?”

“Oh..Nothing. Don’t worry about me. Shall we go over here?”



Saeran: (Mild spoiler?? Maybe??)

Literally doesn’t like you talking to anyone.


He’s not the kind of guy that is like “oh, you can’t do this, you can’t do that.” But it’s easy to get him jealous.

In fact, he got jealous of his own brother.


“Yeah? Well if you like his jokes so much, why don’t you just date him instead?!”

Ends up getting in a huge fight with Saeyoung.

Low key starts trying to crack jokes (and fails) to keep up with his brother.

He starts getting so frustrated, thinking he was never going to be as good as his brother. That you would leave him for Saeyoung.

Poor smol bean. You had to reassure him that he was the only Choi for you..in fact, he was the only one at all for you.

“Saeran. You know that I love you, right?”



“….I..love you too, I guess..”

“YOU GUESS? IS OUR LOVE IN QUESTION.” (He freaks out a bit when you say this, lel)

“Wha- no! No.. I..Uhm, I love you, (Y/N). I really do.”

It’s Impossible

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Jay knew having a baby was hard.

He knew what he was getting into. When he found out he was going to be a father, he was happy, ecstatic even but the high of getting his wife pregnant with his child died down rather fast. It was over dinner when the reality of having a baby bitch slapped him across the face. He almost had a nervous breakdown in front of you but he controlled himself and excused the stoic expression and cheeks drained of colours as being tired.

He didn’t get a wink of sleep that night.

The next day was worse, telling your father was possibly one of the most hair-chilling experience he had went through. He was nervous and Jay wasn’t one to become nervous easily. Your father stared at Jay long and hard. Jay knew that he didn’t want you to get pregnant so early on the marriage saying how it would affect your career, of course your mother thought otherwise. He had implied rather harshly at Jay multiple times and when Jay felt your mother’s hand clenched his arm. He turned to look at her only to be faced with glassy eyes and a wide grin on her face. He felt better almost instantly and you squeezed his fingers that were intertwined with yours.

However, the horror didn’t end there, telling his mother was nothing short of it being breezy.

She was happy that she was getting grandchildren but once dinner was done. She gave Jay a pep talk or rather an hour long lecture as he asked Jay to help her with the dishes. The sage advice she gave him weren’t at all calming. She scared him out of his wits.

“I can’t believe you’ll be a father soon.” She looked at him and Jay just smiled at her. “You can’t keep on this childish behaviour you know? You have to be a grown man now, responsible. I don’t want to hear you leaving her alone at home at night while you’re off with Jaehan and the rest of the boys at the office. Do you hear me?”

It wasn’t that she was trying to scare him off but it was rather that he scared himself off.

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NOT. ALL. HOLTZBERT. SHIPPERS. SHIP. THEM. BECAUSE. THEY’RE. BOTH. SKINNY. AND. WHITE. ALL OF THE GHOSTBUSTERS SHIPS ARE BEAUTIFUL AND VALID. I SIMPLY FAVOR HOLTZBERT BECAUSE a) I’M TRASH FOR KRISTEN WIIG & b) THERE’S SO MUCH EVIDENCE IN THE MOVIE THAT CAN BACK THIS SPECIFIC SHIP: •'come here often?’ •bow tie •'Rhythm of the Night’ dance •Holtz almost killing Erin but also saved her life •First pick/Swiss Army knife/‘no woman should walk around unarmed’ •Erin’s face when Holtzmann is explaining her creations. •'I have some questions’/WINK •Holtzmann’s face whenever Erin speaks •Arm squeeze •'sometimes you need the swiss army’ •post-apocalypse hug •'I’d talk to you at an AA meeting’ BONUS: •'you carry a lot of tension in your shoulders’ •'100% jazzed to meet you’ •Jealous Holtzmann •'your big ideas’/TICKLES •Abby and Erin breaking it down- Holtz going from 'Go Abby’ to 'Go Erin’ whilst Erin is shaking her butt •Patty: 'Holtzy tell her not to do this’ during the portal scene. WHY COULDN’T PATTY TELL HER NOT TO JUMP IN THE PORTAL? WHY’D SHE TELL HOLTZ TO CONVINCE ERIN OTHERWISE. •Holtz: 'yes and we’re dating’ (Erin’s denial, Abby’s confirmation) MAYBE THOSE OF YOU THAT DON’T SHIP HOLTZBERT JUST DON’T SEE IT BUT I THINK EVERYTHING I LISTED ABOVE IS PRETTY CLEAR AND VERY IMPORTANT IN WHY HOLTZBERT IS MY SHIP OF CHOICE. IT IS PRETTY OBVIOUS! SO PLEASE STOP MAKING IT ABOUT RACE AND SIZE. DON’T MAKE ME FEEL BAD WHEN I HAVE NO REASON TO. AGAIN, ALL GB SHIPS ARE BEAUTIFUL AND VALID. STOP MAKING IT DIFFICULT FOR SOME OF US TO ENJOY WHAT WE CHOOSE. I GET IT! YOU FIND SOME HOLTZBERT SHIPPERS ANNOYING. I FIND TRUMP SUPPORTERS ANNOYING. ONE OF THOSE THINGS IS MORE OF A PROBLEM THAN THE OTHER. LET US ALL JUST LOVE THIS MOVIE AND IT’S CHARACTERS AND BE COOL WITH ONE ANOTHER. IT AIN’T ABOUT RACE. IT AIN’T ABOUT SIZE. ITS ABOUT LOVE! SINCERELY, A FRUSTRATED, THICK PUERTO RICAN THAT LOOOOVES GHOSTBUSTERS AND LOOOOVES HOLTZBERT.

Originally posted by ihaveafeelingitsmichigan


Raphael x Reader

Requested By @my-writing-muse

The delicious smells filled your house and alerted you to someone being in your house before Raphael had made his way to the door. He smiled as soon as he saw you and wrapped you into a tight hug.

“You’re cooking, I didn’t know you could cook.” You mumbled and he scoffed at you while walking away with a wink.

“Of course, I can, my mother taught me.” He smiled and watched you peek curiously at the food. “Ah, no. you can see once I serve it.”

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bonkaiqueen  asked:

bellarke + 'we’re at a christmas party and our friends got drunk and started going on about how cute we would be together'

“Clarke, have I told you how pretty you are? Like– seriously. You’re so pretty.”

Clarke smiles down at Maya affectionately, chuckling. “Thanks, Maya. Where’s Jasper?”

Maya waves her hand. “Oh, I don’t know. I lost track of him awhile ago.” 

“He’s playing beer pong with Lincoln.” Bellamy interrupts, taking a seat next to Clarke and handing her a drink. “Poor guy isn’t going to know what hit him.”

“Why would he do a drinking game with a guy twice his size?”

“Why does Jasper do anything he does?” 

“Hey!” Maya interrupts, affronted. 

Clarke almost chokes on her drink as she laughs.

“No offense, Maya.” Bellamy says, nodding solemnly at her. He turns to face Clarke, winking before he takes a sip of his own drink. 

The annual Christmas party for their friend group is always something Clarke looks forward to, but this year she’s feeling a bit down. Her and her mother aren’t speaking, again, and Clarke isn’t really feeling the Christmas spirit.

Maya gets up, probably to find Jasper, and Bellamy sighs, leaning back against the couch.

“Tired?” Clarke asks, concerned. She knows Bellamy hasn’t been sleeping lately, and working too hard. 

“Tired is my permanent state of being.” He smiles warily at her.

“Bellamy!” A voice calls from their left and Bellamy looks over, his first reaction to be concerned, but Clarke watches as the tension leaves his body when Octavia comes over, a smile on her face. 

Bellamy is always so worried about everyone, and Clarke wishes he could just relax for a few hours and take some time for himself. She knows it’s not worth the argument though, so she keeps it to herself.

“You and Clarke are so cute.” Octavia says, wedging herself between the two of them on the couch. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll move.” Bellamy grumbles, moving closer to the armrest. 

“I mean it! You guys would be so cute together. I can imagine it perfectly.”

Clarke masks her feelings by taking another sip of her drink, avoiding Bellamy’s eyes. She’s not stupid - she knows she’s got feelings for Bellamy Blake. What she doesn’t know, is how Bellamy feels about her, because he’s the worst person in the world for these kinds of conversations.

She’s never been brave enough to bring it up, either. It’s a strange sort of torture to be his best friend and not know how to get through to him emotionally, especially when she feels the way she does.

“Sounds like you’ve had enough, O.” Bellamy says gently. 

Octavia frowns. “No fair.” 

Lincoln steps up behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’ve got her. We’re going to get going.” 

Bellamy nods and stands, walking them to the door. Clarke watches them as they go, a fond smile on her face. 

“When are you going to do something about that?” Raven’s voice comes from next to her, and Clarke rolls her eyes, sighing.

“Will everyone stop asking me that?” 

“If everyone is asking you, don’t you think that means something?” Raven asks, and then gives Clarke a look when she doesn’t answer. “Look, I’m not deaf. I’ve heard everyone here tell you how great you and Bellamy are.” 

“They’re all drunk.” Clarke points out, and Raven smiles knowingly.

“A drunk mind speaks a sober heart and all that bullshit.” 

Clarke opens her mouth to respond, but then Bellamy is back, and Raven just gives her a look before getting up to rejoin the crowd, crowing about beating someone’s ass at darts. 

“You okay?” Bellamy asks, his brow furrowed. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

“Not a ghost.” Clarke replies, just my own feelings looking me in the face

“I’m sorry about Octavia. She gets sappy when she’s had a few drinks.” 

Clarke smiles. “She’s fine. I’m just glad everyone came and is having fun.”

Bellamy looks at her for a long moment. “Something’s bothering you, though.”

“No, really. I’m okay. Promise.” Clarke smiles at him, but it’s tight and doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She feels guilty at the hurt look on his face, but it’s Christmas, and she doesn’t want to do this, doesn’t want him to press her. Because it’s Christmas, and she doesn’t want to bring this up and ruin everything. Not now.

“Come with me for a minute.” Bellamy says, and his jaw is clenched. He’s got that determined look in his eyes, and Clarke has a sinking feeling she knows what’s going to happen. He’s going to press her on this, and she’s going to say something she’ll regret, and it will be terrible.

They go outside to the balcony, and they’re outside for two seconds before Bellamy turns to face her, his face contemplative. “I’m not dumb, Clarke. I can hear what everyone has been saying.”

Clarke’s heart begins to pound. “What are you talking about?”

“Everyone talking about us. You and me. About how– how good we would be. It clearly freaks you out, so you don’t have to be afraid to tell them to stop. I will, or–”

“Wait, that’s not–” Clarke tries to interrupt, but hell hath no fury like Bellamy Blake when he has something to say. 

“If the thought of being with me like that freaks you out so much, we can forget they said anything and just stop–”

“No!” Clarke blurts, finally getting his attention. “That’s not what I want.”

Bellamy, for once, is speechless. “What?”

“That’s not why it bothers me. It bothers me because they’re right, and they all see it, but I never could, and now that I do, it’s all I can think about.”

Clarke braces herself for Bellamy’s rebuke, but it never comes. He never rejects her, just takes a step closer to her, his eyes wide and dark. 

“All you can think about, huh?” His voice is deep, and it sends a shiver through Clarke’s entire body.

“Shut up.”

“Hmm, no. I don’t think I will. Clarke– all this time, we’ve been–”

“We’ve been what? Friends?” 

Best friends, yeah. But we could be so much more than that, if you want. It’s what I want. I just thought you would never in a million years want to be with someone–”

Clarke cuts him off by pressing her lips to his, his noise of surprise muffled against her mouth. He responds right away, dragging her closer by the press of his arm, angling his head so he can kiss her better, with more feeling.

“Best Christmas ever.” He tells her breathlessly when they break apart, and Clarke thinks she’ll have to send Octavia a really nice thank you letter this year.

send me prompts for my holiday fic fest!

something else that has been on my mind lately is modern au zevran hanging out in starbucks for long enough that the staff would ordinarily start getting pissed, except that he is so pleasant and keeps giving tips, smiling and chatting at the baristas in between using their free wifi to research his next target

he crinkles his eyes when he sees a phone number written on the side of his newest cup, and teases and flirts until the barista retreats back behind the counter with their hands over their face. sips at his triple vanilla pump soy macchiato with a dash of hot cocoa and narrows down his target’s location for the evening with a few presses of a button, his mouth twisting in what could almost be a smile as he wonders what that cute barista would think of him in the morning. probably the same thing he thinks of himself right now, he decides, and pushes himself up with a small sigh before bidding each of the baristas a dramatic farewell by name, ending with a wink and a smile for still blushing barista


Raj: We must stop meeting like this. People will start to talk.
Audrey: What happened to your eye?
Raj: This? Pffft. It’s nothing. You should see the other guy.
He winks at her with his good eye and sits down. Audrey feels her cheeks growing warm. She is aware of feeling embarrassed for some ridiculous reason, almost as if he’s walked into the room naked. But seeing him with a painfully swollen black and purple eye feels uncomfortably intimate, like he’s exposing a vulnerable side of himself that she wasn’t supposed to know existed. She makes her voice stern to compensate for her awkwardness.
Audrey: What the hell happened, Raj?
Raj: Tsk. It was all your fault, if you really must know.
Audrey: What? What are you talking about?
Raj smiles, enjoying the look of shock on her face.
Raj: Let’s just say that your earlier visit attracted a lot of attention. I took particular offence to the comments one fellow saw fit to make about your…assets. One thing led to another and next thing you know I was nursing a black eye and he….well, let’s just say he’ll probably be on a liquid diet for the next few weeks.
Audrey moves her chair a bit closer to the table and lowers her voice.
Audrey: Are you serious? You were in a fight about me? Where were the guards when this was happening?
Raj looks at her with a patronising smile.
Raj: The guards saw nothing.
Audrey shakes her head in wonderment.
Audrey: I’m finding all this a bit hard to believe. I didn’t think you even liked me.
Raj: Whether I like you isn’t relevant. The point is, some Neanderthal was casting aspersions on your character and I took it upon myself to teach him some  manners. It’s the way I was brought up. To always defend a lady’s honour.
Audrey: To the death in Naomi’s case. Right?
Her pulse quickens. Raj  doesn’t answer. But he continues to smile.  
Raj: You know, today I’d like to ask you some questions, Ms. Isola.

RFA as Sexy Songs

Jumin - Versace on the Floor(Bruno Mars)

  •  Yes Jumin,it’s obvious

Zen - Smilky(Sud)

  • fluffy’s personal favorite;; I really think Zen is that kind of guy <3

Yoosung - I’ll make love to you( Boyz II Men) 

  • too sweet; what have we done to deserve this bby

Seven - Come on get Higher(Matt Nathanson)

  • also fluffy’s fav;; plus I can really imagine Seven just by listening to it, the words just fit in like crazy.

Jaehee - Body on Me(Rita Ora) *Gayle Nerva Cover <3

  •  coz y not? *winks* Baehee would rock the lyrics if she’s gonna sing it to MC. ;)

Okay, so please pardon me for this random post. It’s almost 1am here and I’m still hyped up. I’m listening to music while doing match ups when this idea came out of my restless brain.xD (omg cozy, please forgive meeeeh;;)

~mod fluffy <3’


So I was like “Man, you know what would make a good break from drawing more Fanwalker-Consortium fanwalkers? Taking on a much larger project. Yeah, not gonna regret that.” It didn’t help north NJ got hit by a snowstorm, taking up more drawing time. Atleast I finally got to establish that Halona exits most conversations with winking-finger-guns.

Anyway, here’s a comic I’m pretty sure is funny that involves Halona completely missing @isharton‘s Latir’s great pick-up moves.

[That’s definitely Stiles texting Derek. Here, have a fic.]


Derek gets the text whilst three thousand miles away helping Cora move into her new house with her new boyfriend-slash-fiancé.

He almost drops his phone twice on his rush to get it, making Cora snort and then bend her fingers into a heart shape and wink at him.

I have good news and bad news.”

Oh, god.” Derek mutters under his breath, his mind coming up with the most ridiculous ideas to try and explain what is happening in Beacon Hills, now.

“Maybe he’s leaving you.” Cora laughs, looming over his shoulder to read the text. “Or maybe he’s got a promotion. Oh, oh, maybe both!”

“Shut up.” Derek grits out.

His sister snorts again. “Stop freaking out.” She pats his back. “And finish this, we need to unpack the bedroom still.”

“I’ve got it!” They hear Seth yell from upstairs, followed by a curse and then something falling to the floor.

“That better not be my vases!” Cora shouts back, rushing to the door to join her boyfriend.

Derek can’t help but smile at the familiar bantering, glad that his sister was able to find someone that makes her happy like Stiles makes him. He glances down at his own phone, shakes his head fondly. Three days. Three days and he misses him like crazy.

Bad news first”, he texts back.

The answer comes not two minutes later.

Our son made a mess in the sink.”

This time Derek does drop his phone.

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Soft – Jeon Jungkook badboy!au

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1320 

Summary: You were the only girl in the whole university that was not head over heels for Jeon Jungkook, but a party changed your mind about him.

Jeon Jungkook. A fuckboy, ridiculously handsome, but a total bad boy.

He was everything that you were not, god – you hated his guts. His constant flirting, his ridiculously loud parties, his annoying group. Frankly, he just pissed you off and you didn’t want to even see his face around campus. You were the only girl in the whole university that was not falling head over heels for him.

“Oh my god! I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Guess what?!” your friend came running to you, almost tripping in the process.

“Calm down, what’s so important that you needed to run here?” a small chuckle escaped from your lips.

“Jungkook…winked at me today oh my god – I was so red!”

“Okay, I’m going to class” obviously, not being humoured by her answer you picked up your books and started to walk away from her. Either people hated Jungkook, or they were more than willing to give up their lives for him and his posse, your friend was no exception.

“Aw come on, don’t be a sour pussy. If Jeon Jungkook, Jeon – hot – as – fuck – Jungkook, winked at you you’re telling me you wouldn’t blush? Not the slightest bit?” your friend crossed her arms, eyebrows raised.

“Puh-lease, if he even tried to flirt with me, I’d want to punch that cocky smirk off his–” a sudden clearing of the throat from someone behind you caused you to stop what you were saying, making you turn around to come face to face with none other than Jungkook.

“It’s not nice to talk about people rudely behind their backs kitten. Do you really hate me that much?” he chuckles, the corner of his eyes slightly wrinkling. Cute. Wait, did you just call Jungkook cute, in your head? Oh god.

“What’s wrong kitten?” he smirks, that bloody smirk you’d love to take of his face with your fist in his face but heck, you’re too nice to do that. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Tsk tsk tsk, next time I see you kitten, you better have learnt some manners towards your master” Jungkook’s hand came up and ruffled your hair, his smirk never fading, before walking away from you.

You simply stared at your friend. Master?

The next meeting you had with Jungkook was after a few days at a party that you’d been dragged too by your friends, but they ditched you going off with some guys. The part setting was definitely not one for you. You’d much rather stay at home, dress in pj’s, cuddle up in bed with a good book and binge watch some shows or even study. Not be wearing a strapless dress that was way too short for your liking (but according to your friends ‘it makes your ass pop!’) and to be surround by people who are half drunk and basically swallowing each other’s faces.

“Hey Jungkook! Isn’t that your kitten over there?” a deep voice rang out against the blaring music, making you turn around. With a red cup full of – god knows what type of alcohol – there was a boxy smile and brown haired boy grinning back at you probably the one who called you kitten. Taehyung. Standing right beside him was Jungkook. Fucking hell now Taehyung’s calling me kitten too.

Turning on your heels and head hung low you started walking away, hoping that the door out will open for you and you can just leave without being embarrassed. But a strong grip pulled you in a different direction. A small “oof” escaped your lips as you came in contact with someone’s chest.

“Look what we have here boys, some entertainment”, a drunken voice caused you to look up but before you could even try and push this stranger away Jungkook’s voice was heard.

“Oi Jackson, let her go” he was still holding the red cup in his hand, in the dim lighting you swore he was clenching it that it was crumpling.

“Aw come on man. Loosen up a little, this ones too pretty too let go” Jackson’s lips came awfully close to your neck but you saw a fist come out of nowhere and hit him in the nose, making him fall backwards. Before you could process what was actually going on, Jungkook grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the party.

“You need to go home” he spoke after you were pulled outside into the cold and started to shiver.

“Oh my god are you ok–”

“Home” he emphasised, finally letting go of your wrist.

“But my friends–”

“I’ll tell them you left cause you were feeling sick” he spoke as he took off his leather jacket, how typical, but then he placed his jacket over your shoulders, not so typical.

You didn’t see Jungkook until a week later. You hated to admit it, but you were worried. After the incident at the party all you wanted to see was Jungkook.

I just want to return his jacket, yeah…that’s all. You tried to convince yourself of that but deep down you knew, you really just wanted to see his face again. You wanted to see his perfectly sculpted jaw, his pink lips, his soft luscious hair, his smile– fuck you were getting carried away again.

“Uh ___?” a nudge to your elbow snapped you out of your day dream. Your friends in front of you were pointing behind you. You raised an eyebrow out of curiosity about what could have made them so silent, after turning around you found out. Jungkook.

“Hey uh…can I talk to you? In private…” he raised his hand to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck.

The fact that Jungkook was actually wanting to talk to you wasn’t the most shocking thing to you right now. It was the fact that he had a busted lip, bandaged over his cheek and knuckles, a swollen eye. What the heck had he been doing before we came here?!

“I got into a fight with Jackson cause stealing ‘his girl’ away from him isn’t a good idea and apparently he doesn’t appreciate a broken nose but jokes on him cause I just made it worse” you stood there in shock.

“You got into a fight with him– over me?

“I-I wouldn’t say, for you b-but…yeah…” Jungkook was nervous. Jeon bloody Jungkook was nervous in front of you. He looked cute. His cheeks had a small colour of pink in them and he wasn’t looking at you, instead his eyes were fixated on the ground. He looked, really , really cute.

A shy smile spread across your face. “Thank you Jungkook” He looked up at you with wide eyes before smiling back at you. He was smiling, actually smiling, not smirking. His front teeth were slightly bigger than the rest which made him seem like a bunny to you. Just when you didn’t think he could be any cuter.

Jungkook ended up walking you to your class that day, refusing to take back his jacket, saying it was like a gift to you. You weren’t able to keep your mind off him. His smile, the way his cheeks protuded when he grinned, the way his tanned skin complimented his body.

When you got back to your aparement that night, you stripped of your clothes and tossed them on your bed but you noticed a small coloured piece of paper fall out of your books. You picked it up and started reading it:

To my kitten,

It may be a bit sudden but, would you like to go out on a date?

My numbers on the other side of the paper. Hope to see you soon…hopefully?


You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Jeon Jungkook, the bad boy, was asking you out on a date. Looks like he wasn’t all that tough, he was a total softie. It was very cute, there was no way you were going to refuse his offer for a date.

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It was late, almost midnight, and Remus and I were still in the library, trying to finish our last-minute essay. We had been in here since dinner, but we had fooled around so much that we hadn’t gotten anything done until now.

Even without looking up, I could feel Remus’s eyes on me.

“Remus Lupin, why don’t you stop staring at me and go back to writing your essay?” 

I looked up to see Remus with his hands out in astonishment and . “Y/n, what the hell, how did you know?”

I winked and replied, “I know magic.”


“Natasha, you know how devoted I am to you, right?” Steve asked, gazing lovingly at his girlfriend, a small smile dancing around the corners of his lips.

“Of course I do. Why do you ask?” the redhead put down the book she was reading to look at him, her green eyes questioning. She tilted her head slightly, studying his expression.

Steve winked at her and got up, disappearing into the bedroom for a few moments before returning with a box in his hand. He watched with an almost sly grin as Natasha suddenly picked up on what he was doing, a hand covering her mouth, eyes wide.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova, for as long as I can remember, I have had the biggest crush on you possible. And then, of course, I fell for you. Hard. You have been one of my biggest supporters during the course of my life, and I care for you as much as I do Bucky… perhaps moreso, because Bucky’s my brother and you’re my girlfriend. You’re my best friend, my girlfriend… heck, I might as well even say you’re my soulmate. I couldn’t dream of a life without you, and I know you think the same. I would love to be able to cherish you forevermore, so… will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” Steve looked at Natasha with big, questioning eyes, his grin so bright and boyish, face entirely lit up.

“Yes. Yes! There’s no other answer other than yes!” Natasha whimpered, dropping to the floor and hugging him tight. She gasped a happy, laughing sob as he slid the beautiful ring onto her finger, and pressed her lips to his, laughing and sobbing into his mouth.

“You’re going to make me the happiest woman in the world, Steve. I love you so much.” she whispered against his lips.

“And that is my aim, because I am devoted to you, and only you. I love you so much, my beautiful girl.” Steve wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest.

Naive pt3: Sebastian Stan imagine

pt1 pt2

The day came faster than you hoped. Part of you wanted to skip out on set but it was your job. You can’t just not show up.

Set seemed so familiar, the easy presence of stress. You tried your best to avoid Sebastian but it was nearly impossible considering the amount of scene you seemed to have to film together.

Sebastian seemed so normal. It was almost like it never happened. Like we never slept together, or like the night before wasn’t shared within the sheets. It was like any chance he had he would send a playful wink towards you or a devilish smirk. It’s probably the same smirk he would send his girlfriend.

“What a perfect sight to walk in on.” A deep voiced started you. This wasn’t the best situation to be stuck in. Almost bare with only your bra and panties. Sebastian pushed himself in the dressing room without a care as he walked closer to you.

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Under the starry sky.

Prompt from tumblr, “maybe something fluffy, Solas POV? Camping in Hissing Wastes, lying on the ground and looking on this big moon, Solas tells her some of his fade stories but she falls asleep and he needs to carry her back to the camp”

winking at @liderfin :D

“What about this one? Do you know the story of this constellation?” Her fingers reach out towards the sky as she traces the stars. The teasing in her voice is palatable and he responds to it easily.

“Of course I do.” His voice almost betrays the happiness he finds in telling her stories he learned in the Fade. His eyes scan the starry sky for a moment longer before they fall on her profile. She lays next to him, on his coat, her elbow brushing his side from time to time. Their feet are buried in the sand surrounding them; his own thoughtfulness made him proud when she groaned appreciatively laying on the warm coat heated by his fire rune.

Her eyes wander the sky looking for secrets which he unravels for her; her nose scrunches a couple of times when he tells her of the things she finds unbelievable. But she listens and she’s close to him; the sounds of her melodic voice easily carried by the wind when she asks questions, the smell of her freshly washed hair caresses his nostrils and he tries to lean closer, wanting to inhale the scent in its fullness.

He continues with his story but rather than looking at the constellation he finds himself enraptured with the woman next to him.

It’s no longer a secret that she wants him; she declared it rather convincingly after their meeting in the Fade. When he shared with her the vision of Haven village and then his resolve crumbled after her chaste kiss.

The hunger and desire he expressed then did not abate by the passing of weeks when she allowed him to make a decision.  If anything, her proximity and constant company threaten to make him forget his better judgement and indulge in her. Would she be willing to love him once she knows?

“Solas,” she turns her head towards him pouting, “I don’t think the Dwarves would appreciate the idea of having a big nug as their…deity?” She giggles and her eyes crinkle.

He chuckles before replying, “Paragon, more likely, but maybe you should hear the story about the Nug King if you find this one unbelievable.”

She hums and continues looking at him with a soft smile gracing her lips. The kind of smile which tells him she knows a secret but is unwilling to share.

“But can you imagine a big pink fatty hairless nug scattered on the sky as a constant reminder of the mischief? Even Dwarves would not find it possible.” She teases him again.

He wants to disagree but the light flickers in her dark eyes at that moment and an involuntary gasp escapes his lips. Her form is bathed in the pale moonlight, her eyes shining with their depth of possibilities and that secretive smile dancing on her lips.

He wants to kiss her. Badly.

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Author’s Note: my first barry allen imagine! i had a great time writing this, hope you enjoy! feedback would also be well appreciated :)))

Summary: While finally having a day off at S.T.A.R Labs, what better way to spend it with Barry Allen?

Tagging: @jxx-n @fangirlnyxx @spiderparker-peterman @littlemissvicki @catching-fire-in-the-wind

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“Check mate.”

Barry scoffed, totally surprised at your sudden move. “You read my mind! Not fair.” He said while crossing his arms.

You shrugged, “Don’t care.” You winked, “Now, let’s see what else your mind is telling you.” You smirked.

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